Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 14:19:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Philip Hogan <pfh2760@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Weekend in Griffith

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This follows on from "Seduced by Steven", "Sleep-over with Mike" and
"Seduced by Monty".  This story is further reflections of memories from
long ago as I celebrate my seventieth birthday.  The story is true, the
names, the places, everything.

I would welcome comments to pfh2760@yahoo.com.au.

Whilst my experiences with Steven and Mike were both enjoyable and
memorable, my experience with Monty was neither enjoyable or all that
memorable.  This is the story of another Michael, and was certainly both
enjoyable and memorable.

Within a few months of leaving school and joining the bank (see Seduced by
Monty) I was appointed to the New South Wales relief staff for the Southern
Division, which covered the southern part of New South Wales from
Campbelltown to Broken Hill and down to the Victorian border. My first post
in this role was to South Wagga Wagga as the ledger keeper.

I was just starting to get into the pants of a few of the nurses at the
base hospital after only a few months as the ledger keeper at the bank (in
those days, the ledger was a large, bound book and everything was done by
hand.) when I was transferred to the branch at Leeton.  Maybe it was
because I had trouble mentally adding up columns of pounds, shillings and
pence.

I was 18, had been away from home now for five months, and was not
regretting the move away from home at all.  No homesickness, and was free
to do as and when I wished.  Or so I thought.  The boarding house where the
bank arranged for me to go was run by a Scots lady who was as tough as
nails and as ugly as sin, as was her daughter who was in her early 20s.
Dinner was set to be on the table at 6.00 pm, and if you were not at the
table, your dinner went into the rubbish bin.  It cost two shillings
(probably about $1.50 in today's money) if your shower went over 3 minutes,
(the daughter measured it with a stop watch!) and again to use the washing
machine, and again to use the iron!

Needless to say, I was often late for dinner and earned her displeasure to
such an extent that she complained to the bank manager that I was not
"co-operating in the running of the household."  I was on the carpet and
was told that I was to find other accommodation and, furthermore, that a
report would be made to head office for bringing the bank into disrepute!
I should have realised then that I would not get the good jobs in the bank
with that on my personal file.  The manager was as big a bastard as Mrs
Baird.  What to do now and where to go?

One of the first things I did when I left school was to join the Army
Reserve (or the Citizen Military Forces as it was then known), at the depot
in Frenchmans Road at Randwick.  I knew that there was a platoon located in
Leeton, which was part of the Company with headquarters in Wagga Wagga
which I attended when I was there.

The next parade night I let it be known that I was in need of a room with a
bed, and one of the fellows said that the half-house he shared with a group
of two other boys was looking for a fourth to share. They were all tradies
working for the local fruit cannery. The advantage was that there were four
girls in the other half, and there was an interconnecting door.

From the second day I moved in I was scoring with Sue who was a hairdresser
in the town.  She introduced herself to me when I was taking a shower,
asking if I wanted to have more wood for the chip heater.  She was carrying
a bundle of kindling, so I said "yes, maybe you would like to join me?"
With no hesitation she stripped off her dressing gown to reveal was naked
underneath and climbed under the shower with me after shoving more kindling
wood into the chip heater and taking a condom from a pocket of her dressing
gown.  I bought a box of condoms the next day, and she was a regular fuck
after that.

Earlier in my stay though, before Mrs Baird got sick of throwing out my
dinner because I was in the Wade Hotel after work, I was attending the
weekly parade night, and I was attracted to one of the guys.  His name was
Michael and he invited me to come and visit and stay with him one weekend
at his place in Griffith, about 50 miles away further west.  I liked
Michael from the first time I spoke with him.  He was the same height and
age as me, at around 5 feet 7 inches, and we were both pretty fit.  I had
taken to distance running, and before I left school had joined the Botany
Harriers.

Michael had very fine blond hair, high cheekbones, a fine nose and the most
crushing smile that lit up the whole room with his dimples and flashing
white teeth.  He also worked in a bank (not the same one as me) in Griffith
.  You might say we hit it off together straight away.  (When I was later
to ask him how he knew that I would accept his advances, he said that his
gaydar usually worked pretty well and he found it pretty reliable!)

We arranged that he would pick me up after dinner on the next Friday night,
and he would drive me over.  True enough, he was on time and we left at
about half past seven. We arrived at his place at about 10.00 after driving
around Griffith to see the highlights, such as they were in a medium-sized
country town.

I picked up my bag of stuff from his car and followed him into his flat,
which also was half a house. He introduced me to Gavin, his flatmate, who
it turned out was straight and was a local paramedic with the state
ambulance service.

Gavin was to start his shift at 2.00 am the next morning, so he went to bed
straight away, and Michael and I sat at the kitchen table drinking Bundy
rum with beer chasers and chatting about this, that and everything else.
At about 11.30, Michael suggested we go to bed, and led the way to his
room.  There was a queen sized bed, a dressing table, two wardrobes and a
bedside table with a reading lamp on it.  All pretty standard stuff, but
only the one bed.

"You get changed and I will organise your bed for the night" he said, as he
left the room.  I quickly stripped off all my clothes and put on my pj's,
which were a pair of boxer shorts with a draw string and open fly, and a
short sleeved button-up shirt. I wore no undies or singlet and then sat on
the edge of the bed waiting for Michael to return.

Soon enough he returned, carrying a camp stretcher under his arm, and sets
it up next to the bed.  He then takes off all his clothes, making sure I
can see his naked body from the rear, as he climbs into bed naked and
throws me a pillow.  He turns off the light and the chatter fades away as
we fall asleep.  That camp stretch was no different than any other camp
stretcher I had ever used.  It was sagging in all the wrong places and
creaked and groaned whenever I moved, trying to get comfortable.  Soon it
was 1.00 am and Gavin's alarm went off.  He puts his light on, gets dressed
and leaves to walk to the ambulance station two blocks away.

As we start to settle again, Michael says "You know Phil, you would
probably be a lot more comfortable up here in the bed with me.  Why don't
you join me?"

"Um, that sounds like a plan to me, a brilliant idea Michael" and I leave
the camp stretcher and climb into the bed next to him who I now remember is
naked next to me.  I lie on my side with my back towards him, and we say
good night again. He moves and tosses a bit and I can now feel his breath
on my neck and shoulders.  Knowing he is naked next to me, this gets me
aroused and I get very hard quite quickly.

He moves again, and his hand comes to rest on my shoulder. "yes,
pleeeease," I think to myself, as I roll over onto my back and his hand
slips from my shoulder to my collar bone, and it rests there.  I can hear
Michael's breathing, and my own breaths are coming in short and sharp
bursts.  I stretch my legs down the bed and open my thighs.  "My arms, what
the fuck do I do with my arms?"  I wonder.  The one away from Michael goes
under the pillow and my head, and the other goes to my very hard cock and I
begin to fondle its swollen head.

Michael is now resting on one elbow and his body is very close to mine. I
can feel the warmth of his closeness.  His hand moves across my collar bone
from one side and back again, ever so slowly and ever so lightly.  Then he
slowly unbuttons the shirt I have on.

"I know you are awake, just stay still and let me do all the work."  His
hand now moves down to my pecs and the process is repeated, ever so slowly
and ever so lightly from one side and back again.  I stay still, and the
move is repeated outlining the top of my pecs on the way over and the
bottom of the pecs on the way back, again ever so slowly and ever so
lightly, and yet I remain quite still but my hardened cock is starting to
get a mind of its own.

He now moves his hand to the centre of the pec, and he describes a large
circle, then continues with ever decreasing circles until he has arrived at
my nipple.  He goes to the other side and the same process is repeated,
stopping at my nipple, which he rubs gently.  At this point I can stay
silent no longer, but let out a long moan that starts at my toes and works
its way up to my throat.  I am otherwise silent but move my arm away from
under my head and place it by my side, and at the same time stretch my legs
out.

Michael also stirs, shifts the weight off his elbow and sits up, at the
same time edging the bed covers lower so I am exposed to the waist.  The
room is so dark with no light coming in through the window that I am
supposing the covers are also to his waist. I was hoping they were much
lower and there was some light coming through the window so I could see if
his cock could be as hard as mine.

His hand moves lower to my navel and he does the circle routine again
ending in my belly button.  He then traces the back of his fingers all the
way back to my collar bone and starts the process all over again.  When he
gets to my nipples again, I let out another long moan and stretch my legs.

The hand travels between my pecs, where he plays with the small amount of
chest hairs, twirling them in his fingers, pulling and twisting them.  Then
he goes straight down to navel, where there are more delicate circles.  He
undoes the drawstring on my pants and opens them up.  Then he goes down my
treasure trail.  When he reaches my pubes, it is his turn to sigh, and
again he plays with my hairs.

Moving around the edge of my pubes he reaches my left thigh and he moves
down between my thighs and brushes my balls. He sighs again.  He moves back
to the treasure trail and repeats the process down the right thigh side,
where he encounters my hand on my cock.  He takes me by the wrist and
firmly removes it and lays it beside me.  Then down the thigh and back to
the balls where this time he plays delicately with the hairs, then up to my
throbbing cock, where he wraps his hand around it, lets out a huge sigh and
gasps "Oh my god Phil, its thick!"

Then he proceeds to give me a hand job like I have never had before.  God,
the technique was terrific!  I came very quickly and shot ropes of cum all
over the bed, me and Michael.  He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek,
went and got a towel, turned on the bedside light and then proceeded to
wipe up my lumps of cum.  I got my first glimpse of his naked body, which
was as well defined as mine.  His cock though was very small and
uncircumcised but his balls were normal sized.  He cleaned up, got back
under the covers, kissed me on the cheek again and turned out the light.  I
was asleep in seconds.

I was woken by the sunlight coming in through the front windows, which were
now open, and the opened blinds.  Mike had a cup of coffee and some
hot-buttered toast for me.  He sat on the bed next to me.  We were both
naked now. 'Thanks for the cuppa, Michael," I said and leaned over and gave
him a peck on the cheek.  When I had finished the coffee and toast, I lay
down on the bed, kicked off the bed covers and said "Say, you know what we
did last night.  Well, can we do it again, please?"  "How did you know that
I am bi-sexual and would not run away or something like that?"

"Oh my gaydar is pretty good, and I was sure that I could have you if I
played the cards right. I did, and you have! I think that Barry at the
Commonwealth bank in Leeton is also one of us and would would also come
across.  What do you reckon?

"I was wondering if you would raise what we did, and I would love it if we
did it, or something like it, again.  We have all day to ourselves as Gavin
goes home on Saturdays to his place out of town and gets his mother to wash
and iron his clothes.  He won't be back till tomorrow afternoon.

"Now lay back, close your eyes and relax and let me do all the work again".

He gave me a slow and sensuous massage, reminiscent of the sleepover with
Mike from a few years ago but instead of masturbating me, he told me to
"stand by to repel boarders!"  He lowered his face to my cock, opened his
mouth and took me in.

After a few minutes of his warm wet mouth and massaging tongue, I mumbled
"I am going to cum" and tried to push his face away.  He would have none of
it and pushed his face down harder and took my ropes of cum until he gagged
and had to release me with my cum drooling from his mouth and lips.  He
swallowed, and lay down beside me and asked if he could kiss me. I smiled
as I said "yes, please."

Michael taught me some of the finer arts of kissing that morning, and I
tasted my own cum residue in his mouth. We lay for a while, kissing and
cuddling with our hands roaming all over each other and holding each
other's cocks. It was not long before I had another erection, and Michael
turned and said "Let's do a sixty-nine".

We rearranged ourselves and gave each other a slow and satisfying blow job.
Michael came first, and his cum shot in strong spurts, I had trouble
keeping up swallowing his sweet juice.  Then a few minutes later, my cock
stiffened and balls did a little jump; then I am exploding in his mouth
with my cum, which he again easily swallows.

"You know Phil, I would really like you to fuck me with that pole of yours,
but I fear you may be a bit too thick for me. I can't get my fist around
it.  But we will try later on this afternoon or evening.  Let's get cleaned
up and go out to Bortellies winery and buy some great Chardonnay.

That afternoon we tasted a few of the whites on sale, and settled on a
dozen bottles of a fine crisp Chardonnay, which we would share.  We had
dinner at the local RSL club's bistro and took in a show that was on.  Both
the dinner and the show were quite good, and we went home satisfied and
happy.

We went straight to the bedroom, where we undressed each other, shirt for
shirt, shoes for shoes, trousers for trousers, and we eased our underpants
off together, and then we were both naked and we embraced, hard cocks
rubbing against each other.  He took a towel from the bed side table and
spread it on the bed, then took me by the hand and eased me onto it. He had
me lie down on my back with my erect cock pointing straight up.

Michael went over to his bedside table and came back with a tube of KY
jelly, which he proceeded to smear all over my cock.  I protested that it
was COLD, but he just smiled and said "You will get used to it, Baby."

He then smeared some around his arse and some on his fingers, which he
inserted up his hole.  Then he came and straddled me on the bed and
proceeded to lower himself onto my throbbing cock.  He was right, of
course. I had gotten used to the KY.  I felt his hole at the end of my cock
and his growing pressure as he forced himself onto me.  He was grimacing as
I felt his hole open up and my cock enter him.  He stopped, grimaced some
more, grunted, took some deep breaths and proceeded to force himself lower
onto me.  Then, quite suddenly, he let out a breath and lowered himself
completely; I was all the way in.

My first queer fuck!

"That has got to be the thickest cock I have ever taken, and probably is
the thickest that I want to take.  Let me get used to it for a tick."

A little while later, he raised himself a few inches and lowered himself
again.  Then he repeated it until he was riding my cock up and down, up and
down.  I was revelling in his warm and lubricated very tight hole,
thrusting up as he bore down.  I pumped and pumped until I could feel my
balls tighten, and I knew my orgasm was approaching.  Then I exploded into
him, shot after shot after shot of hot cum, which he said he could feel.
He counted out the spurts as I let them go into him.  He collapsed forward
onto me and we embraced and kissed passionately until my cock deflated and
"popped" out of his bum.

"Come", he said "let's get cleaned up and get some sleep."  We went to the
bathroom.  He turned on the shower and we climbed under it and proceeded to
wash ourselves.  "It will take a few minutes for my bum to return to
normal, so I will keep the towel around me.  I want you to stay naked
though, so I can continue to lust over you!"  I was asleep minutes after my
head hit the pillow.

Sunday morning, and I was again woken in the same way as before.  "No, we
can't do what we did last night.  I am just tooo sore.  It will be days
before I recover from that tool of yours.  But I did love it though and we
must do it again, sometime but not too soon!"

We lazed around naked, had another cuddle and sixty nine and it was time
for me to go back to Leeton. Michael had arranged for a friend to drive me
home as he "had a date with the radio announcer."  "Gerry is a good friend
and knows all about me, but don't tell him much as he is inclined to
blabber a bit."

I was anxious to be in time for Mrs Beard's dinner at 6.00.  Dinner was a
mixed grill and three veg.  She was actually quite a good cook, it was a
pity she was such a bitch.

I never did find out about Barry at the Commonwealth Bank, as soon after I
moved into the group house, I was transferred to Orange in the Central
West. I wonder why??

A whole new scenario opened up and I lost contact with Michael. If you read
this my love, you have given me lasting fond memories which I cherish.

I may write about Orange another time.

See my other stories at:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/seduced-by-steven
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/sleep-over-with-mike
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/at-the-beach-seduced-by-monty